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Show in my father's house/ 41 "Tell me, please tell me." I couldn't bear secrets. Secrets were like Aunt Helga's room -- waiting to be explored, but forbidden to my touch. How could I ever learn everything, know everything as my father taught is our purpose on earth, if people were always keeping secrets? I thought of the secrets I had learned that day -- about the mothers and Aunt Karen, who didn't love us. I thought of my father's eyes, going hard as two BB pellets, saying I must not tell anyone, especially strangers. Maybe I didn't want to know secrets after all. But Danny cleared his throat. "Enoch walked with God. He was so good, he was translated. He didn't die or anything, God just scooped him and his family up and put them on the North Star." "Who said?" "Daddy." "Mama says Daddy is closer to God than anybody. Will he be translated?" I murmured. Would God translate all of us along with him? Danny's eyes narrowed. "Aunt Helga says the City of Enoch was where the Gulf of Mexico is now. And now it hasn't got a bottom." "No bottom? How could it not have a bottom?" Danny shrugged. "Miles and miles of ocean, I guess. Like a really, really deep hole of water that never ends." I shivered, slipping beneath the covers, my mind picturing |
